Lyrics Chase a Check - London Jae, Big36oz

Chase a Check

Fuck around, spend 458
Got a big bag on me, call me Santa
Wearing all white like Alaska
Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah
Pull out that K, and he better know
I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes
I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life
So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes
Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy
They wanna have your babys
I look at your bitch like she crazy
You better go chase you a cheque
Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque
You want you some real respect
I found out the recipe, I got the specialty
Bitches love me
Step on that dope with my own feet
Chop a brick, that’s
Went to Paroo for the summer
Back in Atlanta with the drama
We gon send packs through the mail like this shit leget
You lil niggas need to quit
I hang around nothing but big bodies
with the gwop
Your baby mama love my Rari
I had to kick that bitch up out it
I’m still with the shit, don’t you doubt me
I reup and fuck all the prices
I’m sippin on syrup, I might hit the kurb
Your bitch wanna swallo, I know she wanna gargle
I stick my dick in, she gon scream with no problems
I’m trappin so hard, Imma need me an Oscar
Eatin all these bitches like some fish from Red Lobster
I got a big bag like I’m Santa Claus nigga
Don’t make me play laser tag with you lil nigga
You know this chopper, it spray at niggas
It hit you, you flipper
I pray for your mama, she gon miss you, nigga
Fuck around, spend 458
Got a big bag on me, call me Santa
Wearing all white like Alaska
Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah
Pull out that K, and he better know
I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes
I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life
So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes
Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy
They wanna have your babys
I look at your bitch like she crazy
You better go chase you a cheque
Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque
You want you some real respect
650 drop with your bitch, nigga
She know a rich nigga, I be all around the city
6 figures, wearin Ballmains
I’m the shit, nigga
No cap, Imma hit her with the dick, nigga
Tell my mama I made it
She made a 1
Now they all on my dick like I don’t remember
Country boy get dope in the middle
4 lines in the middle got me geekin
Pop a Perk and leave her leakin
Pain killers Imma keep sneakin and peakin
Drippin and leakin
On the label, got the juice now
Top 42, red Coope now
Talkin walk, Jacket
Sittin in the drop
Take your bitch when I’m out
Keep that chopper when I’m out
Went from nothing to a million
Came from nothing now I’m winnin
Imma make all you niggas feel it
Imma stack that paper to the ceeling
Coope with no engen, I’m still in the kitchen
Still on the mission, gotta get up out it
Poppin like a Molly
Fuck around, spend 458
Got a big bag on me, call me Santa
Wearing all white like Alaska
Dick so good, she thought I was her man, yeah
Pull out that K, and he better know
I won all my battles, I earned all my stripes
I ain’t bout that shit, I’m protecting my life
So don’t you pull up, you might lose all your stripes
Fuck all these hoes, they so lazy
They wanna have your babys
I look at your bitch like she crazy
You better go chase you a cheque
Say less if it ain’t bout a cheque
You want you some real respect